Being a female isn’t in itself the only qualification to be a mother!



By Stanley Collymore

It would be nice to think, truly believe and honestly

say that all females who do become pregnant, in

whatever way, or even acquired the status of

adopted parents and consequently in either

process de facto became female parents,

then as a result of them managing to do

so they somehow essentially and also

unimpeachably are moreover in this

noticeably subjective assumption

by those who adopt this point of view must

for that reason alone and everlastingly be

guaranteed in those said circumstances

regardless of how seemingly strange

or ludicrously contradictory such

a presumption actually is or in

the end turns out to be must

none the less duplicitously,

disingenuously and more

often than not brazenly

and wrong-headedly

in this discernibly

gloomy process

as mothers too.

Absurdly, and certainly dishonestly so, ascribing

to all of them, and irrespective of either who or

what they are, the laudable status of mother

that substantial numbers of you out there

publicly take to erroneously and even

categorically in your self-contrived

state of reverent and unshakable

delusions contend is the case;

injudiciously making these

women indisputably mothers basically because

they either biologically or by virtue of some

noticeably twisted and utterly self-serving

undertaking of theirs, on top of what in

their narcissistically engineered and

propelled obsession irresponsibly

conjoined with their distinctly

inadequate or prominently

non-existent parenting skills all the same

cause these women with their intensely

deep-rooted illusions to incorrigibly

suppose that their egotistical and

self-centred longings are rightly

and commensurately together

with other manifest failings

of theirs quite satisfactory

in themselves to making

them complete women;

and even inexplicably

iconic and somewhat

unnecessary to say

proper mothers in

every likely way.

So why don’t you prudently join forces with those

who perceptively see motherhood as much more

than just acquiring children for purposes only

the lines of beings to be proudly paraded as

prized assets of yours; or to satisfy your

demented and compulsive longing to

unconvincingly prove that you’re

what you’d like the rest of us to

unwisely believe you to be what clearly you’re

not, but think you are; or as the prospective

recipients of your ill-gotten gains when,

regrettably for you, you must shuffle

off your mortal coils from this life,

and instead look upon them all as

what in effect they certainly are:

particularized human beings in

their own right who could, if

genuinely and intelligently

permitted to be, can with

relative ease become a

tangible credit to you

as a mother specially

or in alliance with

someone else, as

laudable parents

more generally?

© Stanley V. Collymore

29 February 2016.

Author’s Remarks:

With the upcoming Mother’s Day remembrance and celebration festivities due in the United Kingdom on March 3, 2016 I’d very much like to add my own contribution to this particularly special day itself, as well as all the appropriate and fitting celebrations scheduled individually by various offspring or collectively by families up and down the country to commemorate the occasion. And I do this not because I feel obligated to follow suit; oh no, but because I have a plethora of exceedingly good reasons why I must. To begin with my own upbringing was a truly fantastic one in every conceivable way and not only as a direct result of my biological mother’s sterling efforts but also those as well of the several voluntarily involved, willing, incredibly superb, positive and iconic mothers that I additionally and welcomingly had. The vast majority of them my close blood relatives!

For example, both my biological grandmothers; great-aunts, and in this regard particularly my great-aunt Millie, my several biological aunts on my mother and father’s side of my family, and even their close female friends who all took their turn or else collectively mothered me. Yes, I was showered in love but by no stretch of anyone’s fertile imagination was I witlessly pampered or spoilt in any way, and during the altruistic and evidently pleasurable tasks and that these incredibly blessed with foresight and mountains of love ladies allotted themselves in relation to myself they not only became my role models but my enduring mentors too on effectively everything pertaining to life generally from a thoroughly objective and highly informative female perspective as well as encouragingly ensuring in the process that I was equally cognizant of the “evils” that could and invariably did at times emanate too from woman kind. No special treatment afforded to me in either of these regards since they were similarly meticulous, I knew, in their education of me as they were in regards of their own biological children whether they were older or younger than myself.

So to all of them, those who’re still happily for me in this earthly life that we mutually share as well as those who sadly but inevitably have departed it, a truly heart-warming and the biggest thank you not only on this upcoming “Mother’s Day” but as I’ve routinely done in the past relative to being the fortunate and blessed recipient of you love, good wishes and general looking out for me and my individual interests, guided by you astute understanding of life conjoined with your brilliant application of its most positive aspects; again thank you all from the bottom of my heart.

I alluded earlier to the negative aspects associated with motherhood and as I’ve enumerated the most disturbing of these in my poem: “Being a female isn’t in itself the only qualification to be a mother!” I shan’t embark on repeating myself and will instead leave you to judiciously apply your commonsense, realize and appropriately address that specific matter in as conscionable a fashion as you’re either capable of or actually want to. Meanwhile to all of you who’ve been as truly blessed as I’ve been and likewise so to all those mothers: biological, adopted or fostered, who’ve industriously and lovingly worked throughout their raising of you to make you into the treasured and valuable person that you are emotionally and in every other positive sense, have a truly worthwhile and deserving Mother’s Day; and God Bless!